Video of Police Plotting Charges
Video of Police plotting charges against a protester who was filming them. After confiscating his camera, they left it on while they discussed how to invent charges.
LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvyehgt9CuA
Oh, and almost forgot, police shoot and kill another unarmed black man in Oklahoma...
Completely caught on video, his arms were up, tasered and then shot. They were called because his car was stalled and he needed assistance. Very sporting. If you were Black in America can you even imagine the instance you would call the police? Only if you were waiting for them with a sawed off shotgun...
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Short Days
The days grow shorter. There's lots to do, people to meet, coffee, wine, it's late when I finally get out of Calgary...
But it's worth it. No panning, merely surface collecting, assessing prospects, appreciating the harvest and colors of the season...
A few pictures...
Rainbow, after a brief summer rain...
Pebbles on sand...
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Stones becoming hoodoos. Small hoodoos, but you get the idea...
Thinking I'd found diamonds or gems, broken glass from the telegraph/telephone insulators. Old. Everywhere. Deep blue, light blue, clear, green...sunken into the sand....
And the Halloween bit, the rib cage of roadkill and a collapsed hoodoo....macabre, but there's an aesthetic there for sure...
Next week, up earlier, leave in the morning, no compromising the day, get it done...the days grow shorter, 7:00 PM and it was too dark to search, 8:00 PM and it was night, next week, up at 6:00, panning by 7:30, the whole day to move a few yards, see what results...
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An Estate by Milk River
It begins with me moving to Nelson-not Nelson, I'm with a friend I vaguely recognize, going up the main street (not a mountain in sight, it's a prairie town on the high plains, flat, not Nelson but in the dream it's Nelson), there's some bands playing, they're giving away merchandise, hats, tee shirts, and I don't want to start here on this foot, freeloading, first impressions are important...
...now, in a tired, decrepit old mansion, somewhere around Milk River, tired in the sense of a mansion you might see in an old 70's VHS movie, structurally beautiful, but faded velour and dark and run down, it's for sale, surrounded by a ramshackle farm yard, and I'm here to look at it and buy it...pretending to be someone else, in the basement there's a small room, tiled, and in the center a hole goes deep beneath the floor, it's lined with gold and somewhere below there's a fire...
...the owner, a fat, gruff old farmer, he's telling me that it's up for auction, imagines that I've come down from Red Deer to bid on it, and I take some keys-not-keys, like antique letter openers with different figures attached to the ends, I'll need these, and pretending to have come down from Red Deer I play along, the auction will be on Wednesday, I'll be there to bid, cost will be 3 or 4 million dollars, I haven't the money, have to find a way to get it, there's treasure here I know...
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In a Small Blue Room
I'm in the restaurant not the restaurant, too brightly lit, North Dining Room, small windows, white/blue walls, dark wood furniture, pulling out the tables from the wall. All the other employees are here, that's how I know I'm in the restaurant, not talking to anyone, J** appears, holding my cheque up above the other's head, but it's not payday, and she tells me they're letting me go, firing me, my attitude, and I'm soo relieved and I'm thinking they are as well...
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